Port O’Brien were a tentative plus. More, in a slightly less familiar tone than is usually taken here, posted at Analogue. They seemed tired, and they didn’t play Pigeonhold, but it was still pretty good. I went to Whelans with a guy I know but hadn’t seen in ages, his Nordy girlfriend, Zebedee and Joshua. They plied me with free rider wine and we discussed how Thin Lizzy definitely aren’t the best Irish band ever, despite what (assumably) Mighty Stef fans shouted during the set. Zeb thought Van Morrison was the best if he counts, and he didn’t hate U2. I withheld my opinion so as not to be rude. They were mad for the Guinness.
The USB cable for my phone doesn’t seem to be doing anything, so the era of the no-fi snap is dead and I’m back to stealing Flickr pictures from anyone whose Flickr I can find and Google Image searching “salmon of knowledge”. Alas.
Why? was excellent if exactly the same as last time in Crawdaddy, and very much different but very interesting in the stripped down gig at Twisted Pepper. A review of both will be forthcoming.
It’s that time of year to start thinking about a top 25. If anyone has any recommendations of things that they think are better than Vampire Weekend, Deerhoof, Of Montreal or Why?, tell me now while there’s still breathing room.
New Analogue goes to print tomorrow with a 2,500 word Vampire Weekend interview (uaimse) and a similarly-sized Built To Spill piece from Darragh leading the troops to battle. This one appears to have been copy-edited hard, too, so prepare for new levels of free, mistake-free indie music journalism.